Oh God, Do I Love Sausage!

Cory writing here, and I'd like to clarify that I'm being a dramatic sausage and should not be taken too seriously. My apologies should any sausages feel personally attacked in this ludacris complaint.

"For each sausage according to his ability, to each sausage according to his need." Normally I deplore communism and am reluctant to stop free-market sausages, but perhaps the regulating officials can bend the paradigm to appease the downtrodden who simply wants a sausage of his own? How does Ben get to be a contributor three times when certain sausages get screwed out of being a contributor? The prestige sausage is significant because I know I wouldn't have a case with an admission interviewer when he's like "So you claim to be a contributor on this glorious sausage, huh? Well, where's your sausage? What? They didn't even deem your sausage worthy of such an honor? But they have so many sausages! I even see you whining about a sausage, and they passed your sausage over for those who've never/rarely ever even posted. Your sausage must really suck, huh? We only accepted privileged sausages at our fine institution."

I am testing this new thing!

HELLO I AM TESTING THIS DEVICE IT IS QUITE PRETTY OH WHAT OOPS



OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE



THIS IS NOT GOOD



WOW I AM GLAD THAT IS OVER.

sup (worry not readers, this post is a test, the success of which may lead to a resolution of some issues that have been plaguing this fair internet weblog during months past)

Unlucky

Okay, so two days ago I woke up like normal. I went through the daily routine...nothing crazy, nothing weird. Then, there's this little twinge of pain on my ear. I examine it in the mirror, and guess what? There's this little cut on my earlobe. It almost resembles an attempted piercing. Or a successful one. What the hell? I sure don't remember sticking my earlobe in anything that would merit such a carving.

In addition to that, guess which ear this wound is on? No, NOT the "straight ear". That's the left. This cut was on the right.

Fortunately, the scab is going away now...but man, was that unnerving.

...Lame story, I know, but I had nothing to do but put an idle post on a mostly-idle blog.

AIM

AIM is evil.

Well, not really. But it's a good opening line.

Anyway...it has come to my realization that despite the fact that I absolutely loathe AIM, everyone freaking talks on it. It's not really that much fun to talk on, you can't really convey that much...I really do find it unbelievable that people would prefer to type to each other than actually hold a conversation, say, over a phone or in a coffee shop (though I don't drink coffee, that kind of environment).

Seems like society is going down because of it.

And AIM, oddly enough, is where a lot of people have really big, deep conversations. Why? So you don't have to say such things out loud? Would that be so bad?

Argh.

Anyway...I continue by boycott AIM, even if my social life must suffer as a result. Meantime, you ever wanna chat, just call me. If I'm busy, I'll tell ya, and if not...I am actually one of those guys who doesn't mind actually communicating with people. I know, shock.

Was there a point to this post? Not really, but maybe someone wonders why I never go online. Plus I've never posted about AIM here, yet I've ranted about it for awhile.

As a related matter, I recently brought up at Knights (I don't think I'm breaking The Code by saying this) that during the school year, there seems to be much less of that real quality time spent with friends (going out to lunch, driving around randomly, etc.) and more "hang out" time is spent at movies, and every now and then a massive dinner. Christmas break (and of course summer vacation) holds those really quality one-on-one times...I tell ya, I live for those.

Anyway...as always, it's Senior year (grammatically, that's not supposed to be capitalized...thank you college essays), live it to the fullest.